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[gyve]

I was shown by Noctis how to adjust my implant's text-to-speech settings
It's my hope that by the end of the week very few of you will sound like an overenthusiastic woman
Select the voice you want to be represented by using the link below
It'll go a long way in helping me to distinguish your messages from other people's

Thanks

[LINK]

( kaladin's implant reads to him in tiktok's "female-original" voice, but there are so many more to choose from. if you're savvy, you can even record clips of your own and have them uploaded so that it's your voice—personally—telling this idiot to stop using bar soap to wash his hair.

feel free to go wild with it. he'll have no fucking idea. )

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[gyve]

( feeling her hand on his shoulder, kaladin's forward look drops to the side. she's comforting him, which shouldn't feel as nice as it does. he isn't a child, he doesn't need to be pampered or told his preferences are "not a problem," but he can't help how pleasing her reassurance is.

after that, he follows her closely into the café, a little starstruck. )

I'll have that piece of bread with the cheese and red things on it. And for the lady, that "cupcake". The one with the, um... the other red thing on it.

( not too expensive. with a couple of drinks added to the bill—a chai tea for him, suggested by the staff, and whatever miss poisson would like—their goods are offered out on cutesy china, and they're given free reign regarding seating arrangements.

kaladin, of course, selects a sunny spot for them by the window. he sits side-saddle, long legs manspread away from the table for more room, allowing miss poisson to take all the space beneath it. )

Hey, thanks for the recommendation. There are way too many options...

[lovebombing]

Haha. That's a cherry, there.

[This is soooooo cute. Cuteness overload. She really has to restrain himself from pinching this man's cheeks. Acchem. Kaladin's a grown-ass man, please, this is a date...]

[Miss Poisson gladly takes the inventation, gracefully sweeping into a chair as she crosses her legs underneath the table, leaning a cheek against a hand as her eyes fix on his face. A chai tea for the both of them, as Miss Poisson swirls a gloved finger lazily around the side of the cup.]

Not a problem. It really makes the mind whirl, doesn't it? Do you have places like this where you're from?

[gyve]

( a cherry. he learns something new every day. his lessons aren't normally facilitated by such a gorgeous woman, though.

he can feel himself sweating beneath her stare, and sitting in the sun by the window doesn't help. he can meet her vibrant eyes, but not for long, and he has to glance away occasionally to centre himself. tarah and lyn never looked at him like that—no one has. miss poisson makes it seem... intentional. as though everything she does—the crossing of her legs, the deep lean, the circling of her finger—is meant to telegraph her intent, entirely without deception (LMFAO!!!).

does she... like him? or is it her natural charisma?

confused, kaladin blushes again and takes a bite out of his flatbread. )

There are many establishments like this one, but not quite so... stylized. Alethkar is more practical about its aesthetic, I guess. ( less light, with far fewer colours and charming little knick-knacks. ) Um... Do you have other favourite spots in the city? You must have plenty of places you like to go in your free time.

[lovebombing]

Not so stylized...

[A little hum as she reaches down to take a little dainty sip - complete with pinky out! - of the tea. It leaves a bright red lipstick stain against the cup.]

[Everything in its place. Everything calculated. A good hook draws in the best fish.]

Oh, several. I'm out, I'm about, I'm all over town. I do like the cat shrine place...what was it called? Either way, its quite scenic! Are you a nature lover, hon?

[gyve]

It wouldn't do to always be cramped up inside the base. Our comrades can be... difficult. ( the most diplomatic way of saying he thinks the majority of them are garbage people—like sampo!

his attention lingers on miss poisson's teacup, then raises. )

I prefer to be outside, too. Always moving. And I'm a paramedic, so I see a lot of the city during my shifts. Some nice places, a lot of not-so-nice places. Crime's pretty high.